JACKIE’S EYES BY MARIANNE LYON
I slurp Campbell’s Chicken soup
smell Velveeta sandwich toasting
Month: November 2017
SHE LAUGHS INSTEAD BY MARIANNE LYON
She screams like a belfry
rung by a madman
A MATERIALIST PROTESTS BY BRAD JOHNSON
The best things in life may be
free but to enjoy them takes cash.
CAREER GIRL BY BRAD JOHNSON
My sister warns me to watch the Barbie
influence on my daughter.
SERVICE INDUSTRY COMPLAINTS BY BRAD JOHNSON
If we didn’t need money we wouldn’t have to work
at all, she says, as if capitalism is my fault,
TROUBLE COME EASY HETAL THAKER
The car rocked back and forth in that way old cars did, shivering their way from point A to point B. It looked old and worn, and from where she lay across the back seat, she could just see an old apple core rolling back and forth on the stained floor below her.
Read MoreKIERKEGAARD’S TRUE LOVE BY FINN JANNING
In the twilight of Søren Kierkegaard’s life, he begins to question his own philosophical fundament. He did not plan this.
Read MorePRAIRIE MORNING BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
A good poet once told me
A book should end with a click
MAKING STRAWBERRY JAM BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
Only the plumpest will do for this job
Firm yet yielding to a pinch just soft
Enough with promise of juice inside
THE DROWNED CORVETTE BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
The car said all your fault man
Your frontal lobe unfinished
The boy said spring came
Too frigging soon
FENCING BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
It is a marriage bed
Where two lovers lunge
Between living and dying
YOU CAN FIND ME BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
A little kid is sipping or
I’m in a magician’s hat
Longing to be free or
I’m in a glass casket
Waiting for your kiss
